My Papa
Papa was my buddy. My pal, my security alarm, my companion. When noone else was there Papa was there. When noone wanted to play outside, Papa would play with me. Kicking back at the beach, Papa was there. Protector, he was there too. All 12 pounds. He wasnt afraid of any dog, he thought he was THE DOG. Even my students loved Papa, he was their friend. Papa loved to play fetch, and loved to run sideways like a motorcycle taking a tight turn. He loved sniffing flowers in the morning when I would pick them. Papa was killed and striped from my life so quickly. I miss you so much. You are in doggy heaven I know, playing freely.Playing fetch with the angels. Safe from people that make bad choices. I have your sister here now, but You are and always will be mine. Love and Miss you til the end of time, Mum
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